to give away all my bones

when ws the last time i dithered
not knowing whether the life will ask scarifice
or just entail some strife untold
the road was uneven
but the cart was repaired
by the smith who cared
for my departure
from the zone of peace
and care
now i will go again
and try my best
to give away
all my bones
to a sculpture
who needs them
to make the beads
that will be  stringed in a garland
time will offer the goddess of love
O Kali